Metaphorical Thinking

Metaphorical Thinking

Metaphorical Thinking

It’s been raining for days.  I’m driving along a rural highway admiring the visual gifts, namely the multiple waterfalls being formed simply by water cascading down slight inclines of land.  My mind wanders and settles on the cleansing effect of rain on the earth.  For me, the metaphorical thoughts inherently follow.  

As the miles pass, I notice the scorched landscape that had been burned by a rampant wildfire, months before.  The trees look forlorn as they reach toward the sky with their unscathed branches while their burned trunks tell the story.  The grass is only a memory left by a smoky black trail.  Somehow though, at that moment, the rain seems to promise a glistening future by lighting up the dark stretch of devastation.

It is proven that a lightly burned section of land, when given life-giving water, can be renewed and flourish.  This can only be attributed to roots that extend deeper than the visible damage combined with the chemical compound change effect of the soil.

And now, I feel it…the metaphorical cleansing effect of the rain.  It beats down with an incessant rhythm lulling me into the hope of a future.  So many times, I have been beaten down by the fires…and feel I can only show a dark trail of pain.  But then, the rain comes, and my boughs reach for the sky;  making it clear that my roots are still intact. It is at this time, I believe I can flourish from my new soil.

-Erika K Rothwell

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Ladybug Luck

Ladybug Luck

Ladybug Luck 

Ladybugs…who could imagine at least 50 ladybugs in one place?  Aren’t they a symbol of good luck?  Wow. I must be in for some!

I sit by an aged window with the seal broken and water drops sparkling between the panes, light streaming in as I look out to sun-kissed snow reflecting the blue sky.  My mind wanders and I notice the muted sound of a tractor in the distance pushing snow and the lilting melody of a 40’s female jazz musician singing in the background, as I sip a Vermont made Chardonnay.

The memory of the stabbing rejection of yesterday is fading…as she sings “you will find that life is worthwhile”, and all I can feel is a warm surround, knowing that love will keep me going.  The loss and deepening holes resulting from unsuspected arrows will not destroy the spirit.  No human is granted the authority to judge or carry out the judgment of the greatest judge – the one that is LOVE.

A very well known and loved character, Piglet, once said, “it is not meant to be spelled, it is meant to be felt.”  And so, I feel anyone who pushes away the heart in an attempt to explain LOVE and save their soul, will feel pain in their steps.  For the calling of their heart follows them like a loyal puppy, calling for notice.

And then I notice the promise of young love seated two tables from me.  I don’t hear what is being said, but I hear the tone of promise…promise to be each other’s everything.  That beautiful red sky in the morning, that cries,  “sailors take warning”.  Yes, the sea of lovers that reminds us all what love can be, someone there for us unconditionally.

Yet there exists a darkness that believes its job is to judge and suck the life out of love.  The ongoing legalities first practiced by the Pharisees make their way into the modern day, exposing the expectations of their own making, calling it God’s will.  The most amazing revelation is thus exposed; our individual beliefs pave the road we follow.  The journey can take us closer to love or push us into an abyss where love continues to be the rope that saves us.

It’s all too simple of a message explained in depth by a weathered soul who still grasps for the hope of love.  This afternoon as the sun warms my soul, I drink to being lucky in love…

-Erika K Rothwell

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If the Shoe Fits…Tie It

If the Shoe Fits…Tie It

It happened again this morning, that paradoxical moment when I am emphatically “teaching” my 14-year-old a life lesson I have experienced, and also ignored, more times than I can remember.  Why is it so hard to live by my own advice?

Who else out there suffers from the same malady?

The day started quite ordinarily, with my teenage son being lulled into a deeper sleep by the sound of his alarm. “Happy Friday! I greeted as I rolled up his shades.  Breakfast was rushed and so were we, which led me to the mode of frustration when he chose that moment to look for his homework.  As with all parents, there comes a time when patience becomes proverbial and “has left the room”.

So I found myself, once again, explaining “life” to my son in the few minute car ride to school.  “It isn’t how many times you fall that matters, it’s how many times you get up”, I told him. However I added my own little twist by offering the following anecdote; “In comparison, if you ignore the potential hazard created by your untied shoelaces, your falls may get progressively worse until you finally understand the importance of being proactive and preventing the fall in the first place!”

Life has a way of teaching us in our teaching moments.  I immediately reverted to thoughts of my career journey.  How many times could I have avoided the falls?  As I follow this presupposition, I realize it is true, “you don’t know what you don’t know”. However, how many times have habitual actions and self-deprecating thoughts lead us to the same place?  So in essence, I do know what I need to change.  How many times do we choose the comfortable and familiar, only to deny ourselves the potential of greatness?

In conclusion, we can’t control every circumstance that we face or prevent all of our falls (failures).  But what we can learn from our mistakes, is to remove obstacles negatively impacting our success.  If I take that first oh so difficult baby step, and then learn to tie my shoes, I can look forward to fewer mishaps on my journey.  And finally… If the shoe fits… “you know“, wear it… but make sure to “tie it”.

-Erika K Rothwell

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